Chapter 27 Stolen Kiss
Olivia turned an even deeper shade of red. "I was not! I was just... Ugh, never mind! Turn around or I'll... I'll... " She waved her arms frantically, too flustered to even think of a proper threat.
Little White chuckled, the sound rich and smooth, unlike anything she'd ever imagined coming from him. But he turned around, although he didn't know why.
"Fine." It sounded more like a grumble.
Olivia turned to check. She let out a sigh of relief, seeing his back turned against her.
The banter momentarily made her forget about her intense pain. Their chatter turned into silence.
She looked down at herself. Deep wounds and scratches covered her skin. Her eyes welled. Her shoulder slumped.
She knew she was never special, but all she wanted was to be normal. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, the feeling of losing control, of being trapped in her own body made her aching body shudder with dread. The dread of losing her own self.
She tried to stand, but her legs refused to move. Instead, a wave of overwhelming pain shot through her, forcing a cry from her lips.
Little White who had been impatiently waiting for her to tell him he could look, immediately ran to her while using one of his hands to cover his private part with a leaf.
"Are you okay?"
His voice softened, his gaze didn't change much. His sharp eyes noticed her leg, it was broken.